Oh to be here.
Out in the wilds of Rhodesia, visiting someone or other related to Great Uncle. Another tray of lime squashes making its way around the terrace, followed by bowls of salted peatnuts and sweetened up pecans. Funny, what with everyone at the club practically living on beer and hot tea. But it making sense, what with Great Auntie having come from somewhere down on the coast, where whales danced just past the sand bar, the way lions roared from the other end of the reserve. Where life, at least in memory, was a combination birthday picnic/cocktail party that never ran down.
my new short fiction piece at the link if you’d like to read the rest. The image is a photograph from the archives of photographer Slim Aarons.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/an-envisioning-1972-and-five-oclock
